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The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own. As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side. I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour. I sighed along with them. Oh, how exhausted we all are.
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Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 4:53 PM UTC
The Dew and the Grass are Lovers
The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own. As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side. I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour. I sighed along with them. Oh, how exhausted we all are.
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Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 4:53 PM UTC
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